Move me in now. Right now. Just come to my house and take me here. Immediately. Pronto Toronto.
Alternatively, can the owner of this please step forward so I pay you to build me one? Thank you.
(Source: twenthings, via esprit-libre-sauvage)
2012
It would be criminal of me to not post a post about New Year, but it would be cliche of me if I to post a post about New Year. So I decided, fuck it. I wanna post a post so I’m gonna post a post! (Try saying ‘post a post’ over and over…)
2012. I want you to be a year of many things. Mainly a year of making happy. I want to make lots and lots of happy. Not just for me, but for everyone around me.
A year of words. Possibly so many words that others would deem it to be chaotic. I want the words to be messy. Words everywhere. Ink everywhere. Letters everywhere. Books everywhere. Post-it notes covered in writing everywhere.
A year of photography. Taking photographs of loved people, places, animals, objects, scenes and ideas. Also sharing photographs. Sharing photographs is important and it makes happy.
A year of music. A year of learning new piano music. Discovering new bands and artists. A year of feeling as though I’m being spoken to directly through the music of someone I have never met.
And, somewhat importantly, a year of honesty. I’m going to try and be more honest and truthful this year; with myself as well as everyone else. Emphasis on the word try. A lifetime habit is hard to break dear Tumblr, no matter how much you want to break it.
I almost forgot paint. Paint is good too. I want to paint this year.
To sum up: I want 2012 to be the year of real.
❝ Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer—it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
— The Book Thief (via katelizabeth)
(Source: slekes, via katelizabeth)
❝ Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behaviour. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Wherever You Will Go || Charlene Soraia
I love studio videos; watching the song be recorded, how the instruments are played. It’s something silly about all of that.
“And she understood as I did, that when you sat down and put your hands on the keys, it was not just a piano in front of you, it was a universe.”
- Homer and Langley, E. L. Doctorow
- Homer and Langley, E. L. Doctorow
(via runawaytome)
